by Caroline Whalley
When empty, the box could be multi use; A place for illicit fumbling’s by awkward teenagers, A urinal, display for sex contact cards, tramp shelter and many rendezvous. Button B pressing was part of phone tapping and childhood checking, liberating sweetie money to pay for fruit salads or black jacks four a penny All this rises, now as awareness, as I realise without permission, phones, thrust their clamour into our lives Appointments, uninvited, flying from text to diary Any left who remember life without enquiry More to do, more to answer, end to end, I need to call a friend.
Day 19, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.